Beginnings 033 – The Dark Distillery

There’s a gleam of light from up above, and I spin rapidly, throwing my black cape up as a shield. But it’s gone, and the room is dark again, the way it should be. It was my daughter, no doubt; she found the removable knot in my bedroom floor a full year younger than I did. She’s become wayward since my wife had to go, but she’s still young enough to mind her father.
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“The Dark Distillery”
Tocsin and other stories
Published 27-Feb-2015

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